I walked home from a rooftop films in NY one evening quite late. It was high on the Upper East side...40 blocks along Museum mile....along the park. It was after midnight and though it is the city that never sleeps....that part of the city was sleeping. Grand and stately...old New York. The area of town where the wealthy had settled....holds a different kind of classic elegance that is hard to explain. That particular walk stuck out to me because it was then I realized just how alone I had been that day (friends and family out of town or occupied) and how alone I was in that moment....and how completely okay with that feeling I was. In fact, liberated to know that I was peaceful....even found a bit of solace....in breathing deep the air around me...listening to my own footsteps on pavement....the thoughts and pictures colliding around in my head....it was almost euphoric. And just as well as those intricate moments of being alone and peaceful exist....just as well...certain moments strike the chord that makes my heart swell with longing for connection....I slowed down enough last night to actually watch a movie for a change. No books, no projects...just some empty space. The Fountain with Hugh (sigh) Jackman and Rachel Weitz (who I think is brilliant)....was a bit odd in spaces, but a lovely movie about such deep love. I was reminded of a poem by W.S. Merwin that I read when I was in highschool....a poem that inspired a song of my own and a certain longing for those intricate moments that define love....(above....And to understand.....) Ciao...Anna

Some *superficial* Love:

Some beauty in the movie....(and, of course...the music...Mansell...hard to be bad)

Am in love with this....and this....and this.

I want a few of these

Breathtaking

Totally obsessing over....White owl and Dai

Maybe I just miss it, but I could use a few of these from Nesta

Diggin Erotokritos (as usual)

At times, interesting

Loving this new album